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Dreams is screaming demons hearing death whispers hello |
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My shell's strong, my soul's green lantern wearing yellow hello week |
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A hell week pledging for heaven state |
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I got a knife to say tin |
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Swimming in hell's lake fire ire wiz saying calls within criss miss |
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My hood but of that, white man named |
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Bill good and my sexing |
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It's like rumble telling sound wave it's time for my ejection |
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Obama want election but my folks still suffering |
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My friends popping pills but the thangs ain't buffering |
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Man it's hard for a pimp mama burped me from my ass instead of boy used to shit |
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But she squeezed before |
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I dip but trip a small from a glitch |
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She said you feel me? |
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Yeah I like your senses |
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Ma look up in fresh, time for me to do self |
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Like georges for the jerkin, |
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I try suicide but the gun wouldn't work, bang |
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It's the same damn thang, the boys clubs whosing while they build the peer of change |
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Look at your pinky [?] the souls on the main |
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Yeah we really volunteered souls on the hand |
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But I'm from |
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Mississippi where you let your nuts hanging |
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Where the white folks let my ass justice do the same, damn, damn, damn, damn. |
